Ivonne's POV
"Marry you?" I choked on my saliva, totally astounded by his proposal. "What?"
"Yes," he repeated, his facial features showing no sign of amusement. "Marry me Ivonne."
"Why do you want me to marry you?" I interrogated, trying to wrap my head around what I just heard.
"Why do you want to know?" He questioned in the same manner. "You were ready to do anything."
"I was, however I never expected this to be your proposal," I replied honestly.
"I've been told I'm unpredictable," he shrugged, unfazed by the situation while I was a freaking mess as I played the implication in my head.
"So this isn't a joke," I said slowly, letting it sinking.
"It isn't Ivonne," he declared and the manner in which he pronounced my name seemed to do things to my senses I was yet to explain.
"I have a reason for this."
"What is that reason?" I inquired, curious as to why.
